God Laughs When You Die
. Short stories by Michael Boatman from Dybbuk Press. Free at Amazon
by James Newman, published by Shock Totem, is free at Amazon
AN ANCIENT EVIL RISES...BURNS...KILLS...
After a fire consumes the Heller Home for Children, the residents of Morganville, North Carolina thought they knew evil...
They were wrong.
Unaware of the turmoil in their new hometown, the Littles--David, Kate, and seven-year-old Becca--are moving from New York City to Morganville in hopes of repairing their own lives, which were recently shattered by an act of sexual violence.
Before long, David realizes that his family's troubles are worse than he could ever have imagined.
An ancient demon lurks beneath the town of Morganville, an unholy creature conjured into existence by the Heller Home tragedy.
Its name is Moloch.
It is hungry for the souls of the townspeople.
But most of all, Moloch wants the children. It will not rest until it has them.
All of them.
by Blaine Pardoe from Hydra Publications is free at Amazon
Personal Journal: Blaine Pardoe
“I wasn’t prepared for this, hell, no one was, especially the police. I could wrap my mind around a serial killer back then. Oddly, that was easy especially when these crimes first broke. Serial killers seemed commonplace – almost boring. The Route 211 killings were big news, but only for a few weeks, then the story disappeared, except for those of us involved with the investigation.
“These killings were something more. The Virginia Piedmont had malevolent secrets that were thought long lost and forgotten. The more I dug the more I discovered that these horrific murders spanned centuries. The common link to the savage murders was to the crazy Fitzwater family, but their ties to the crimes were even more sinister than the public ever knew. It was something dark and evil, a killer that didn’t just kill his victims, it performed rituals that still send shivers down my spine.
“Nothing prepared me to face a force of darkness centuries old, one that consumed its victims to cheat death. I always said I had seen everything until that autumn of 1998 when I found myself ensnared in a diabolical growth of Virginia Creeper…